Maurice loved the city. You could hide in plain sight. Even with all the cameras they had, processing the images from the millions of people took days and by the time they had something, he had left the island, leaving no way to trace him.
Saturdays were even more interesting with the tourists. He tried to visit different part of the city. Today he was in midtown and everything was going smoothly until this guy decided to follow him, and why weren't these people smart enough to pull a gun, not that it would have stopped him, but it would have been nice to see them make an attempt. Instead, there was nothing as he focused to kill the man.
He really hated his power. He could heal anything, but everytime he killed someone the side effects were horrible. It was the only thing stopping him most days, and wasn't that lucky for the pretty redhead following with the phone in her hand. She looked at the man on the floor and then at him with eyes wide. "Some other time, cherie," he winked at her, before walking away just as people started to gather. He walked a block before disappearing into the subway. He'd go into the Bronx and call for his brother to pick him up away from the many cameras that covered Manhattan.